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The Storm
A storm rages outside,
But we don’t acknowledge it.
We are inside.
Cuddled up together.
The storm ravages everything,
In it’s path.
Like a wild animal that is hungry.
Feasting on a delectable morsel.
But still, inside it is quiet,
Holding each other, nothing else matters.
The storm grows and destroys.
Our love grows and creates.
Dated: December 28, 2001
Last edited by TanteMegs; 08-10-2003 at 07:43 PM..
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